Chapter 40: Monsters, You Dare to Gang Up on Me?

It was just ordinary yellow sand.
Qiao Ruyi gathered a small pinch in her hand and rubbed it.
There was nothing special about it.
This small pile of yellow sand stood out quite conspicuously against the gravel-covered ground.
Looking back at the nether soldiers "slain" by Xing Lin, they had reverted to black sand—nothing but black sand, scattered across the ground, devoid of any human shape.
Yet, those black sand grains could slowly crawl away, leaving faint, distorted, vaguely humanoid trails on the ground behind them.
It was a miracle. Now, she actually found herself looking forward to the next time she would meet Tianying; perhaps by then, he would be able to see her as she was now.
"Alright then, watch as I pull this Dragon Tooth Sword from its sheath for you." Ji Yun said to Yan Wu in a childish voice. She summoned all her strength, gripping the hilt with all her might, but the Dragon Tooth Sword did not move even a fraction of an inch.
Liaochen offered a bitter smile. Whether one becomes a monk or not depends entirely on one's own heart and fate. How could he possibly be the one to decide?
Just as Liaochen was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of sorrow, a thunderous shout echoed through the starry void: "The time has come, get out!" Liaochen struggled to break free from the sudden onset of emotion, only to be hit by a wave of vertigo. Everything went black before his eyes, and he fainted.
"That's a good plan, I fully support it. By the way, Yue'er, since I'm going to propose to you, we definitely need a ring, don't we? How about we go pick one out first?" Although I was internally dead set against the suggestion Yue'er had made, I couldn't say that out loud. To change the subject, I quickly tried to "take a detour."
"Is that so... I see. I must say, that is quite magnanimous. Such courage... Emilia has truly found herself a fine knight." Anastasia returned to her composed demeanor, and the smile on her face became much more natural.
It wasn't just him who noticed; some who had been watching the entrance for a while had already discovered it, and they stepped aside one after another to clear a path for Mu Yi, allowing him to walk in slowly.
Even Torkoal, with its decent defensive capabilities, was severely bitten by the Crunch attack of the Shelgon, which had used Dragon Dance several times in succession.
"There are thousands of roads, but they will surely have to return," Liu Hong said after the night wind cleared his head slightly, pondering for a moment.
Jun Xueyi prepared to strike. By the looks of it, Ye Xing probably couldn't handle him, so she would have to do it herself, also using this opportunity to refine her own combat experience.
Xie Jiajiao looked back, glanced sideways, and teased: "Plague-bringer, impressive! My, my, the henpecked husband has turned into a dashing gentleman. How did you manage to make such a full recovery?"
"What an imposing name," Ye Xing muttered to himself. He entered the city, first finding an inn to stay at, and only after filling his stomach did he head out to patrol.
This was enough to prove one thing: the situation that had occurred was indeed quite troublesome—so troublesome that the fox spirit simply could not deal with it.
Li Tianxuan’s eyes burned with fervor as he rushed toward his aspirations, as if he could already see the scene of himself succeeding to the throne of the Ancient Emperor.
On a rainy night filled with lightning and thunder, amidst the darkness of storm clouds and fierce winds, the "sarira" in the temple began to emit a faint, phosphorescent glow. This light could penetrate solid matter, such as layers of underground palaces and containers made of gold, silver, copper, and jade.
Meanwhile, just as the United States fell into chaos, Japan had already suppressed the Americans at Midway. Upon learning of the situation, Isoroku Yamamoto immediately issued orders for aircraft to bomb Midway, destroying everything the United States had on the island.
Chu Feng killed madly, the blood-red color in his eyes growing more intense. If he continued to kill like this, he would be consumed by the act of slaughter and become a monster that knew nothing but killing.
As it turned out, before Cao Kun could even speak, Xu Jiaojiao was sleeping inside, and Bai Jing had already pushed the door open and walked in.
Upon entering the villa, one couldn't help but marvel at the pure aura of the home—it was very nourishing, and it would be difficult not to be prosperous here.